Saturday, November 26, 2011
curiosity
As some of you must have heard or read by now, the American National Aeronautics and Space Administration (N.A.S.A.) has launched its most recent exploratory mission to Mars. This happened today, the 26th of November 2011. The spacecraft is due to reach the Red Planet in August 2012, after having traversed more than 300 million miles. I would like to go on record as being the first to say "Are we there yet?".
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
weak
It's a terrible waste of virtual space, this sharing of links. But we feel compelled. Not since Walter White discussed the discovery of water on Mars with the father of the junkie girl-friend he had allowed to die that same night, choking on her vomit, have we felt so compelled. Thank you "Breaking Bad" and Toronto Sun.
http://www.torontosun.com/2011/11/20/delaware-names-ambassador-to-mars
http://www.torontosun.com/2011/11/20/delaware-names-ambassador-to-mars
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Space travellers! Time travellers! It all sounds very grand, and yet we all do it every day. That's what is so lovely about the ho-hum. It's really hocus-pokus. Just look a little bit more closely. Boredom is the first resort of the small-minded. Or would that be sarcasm? Sarcasm is pretty boring once you've practiced it for a while. Movin' on up!
It was our intent here at the hop to provide you with some entertaining reading of a decent length this morning. Unfortunately, a clean sweep of personal "E" accounts, a review of how they are connected to one another, and a massive clean-up of spam-spam-spam-spam-wonderful-spam-glorious-spam and old messages (hereafter and forevermore referred to as "E"s, new and old) needed to be undertaken. I dived in (not dove; a dove is a bird, not a verb) and wrestled the kraken. It pulled me down, down, down, to its dark abysmal home. Fortunately, I can hold my breath for a very long time as I am used to travel in places lacking any oxygen at all. (Most of you dear readers can relate, yes? Holding your breath for the next instalment, here?) I cut through the electric webbings of the monster's prison and swam to freedom. It is nice to breath again. Put Radiohead's "The Bends" on. It is the day's prescribed listening. Go back in time! To the nineties! Why would anyone want to?!
Love,
zpzmn!
It was our intent here at the hop to provide you with some entertaining reading of a decent length this morning. Unfortunately, a clean sweep of personal "E" accounts, a review of how they are connected to one another, and a massive clean-up of spam-spam-spam-spam-wonderful-spam-glorious-spam and old messages (hereafter and forevermore referred to as "E"s, new and old) needed to be undertaken. I dived in (not dove; a dove is a bird, not a verb) and wrestled the kraken. It pulled me down, down, down, to its dark abysmal home. Fortunately, I can hold my breath for a very long time as I am used to travel in places lacking any oxygen at all. (Most of you dear readers can relate, yes? Holding your breath for the next instalment, here?) I cut through the electric webbings of the monster's prison and swam to freedom. It is nice to breath again. Put Radiohead's "The Bends" on. It is the day's prescribed listening. Go back in time! To the nineties! Why would anyone want to?!
Love,
zpzmn!
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